Sunday, January 16, 2011

Hello Cow

So it's been pretty much a week since my last post and things have really changed. For example, I'm writing this from the comfort of my college dorm!! I'm extremely excited to be back home in Austin and cannot wait for classes to start on Tuesday.

Last Monday I registered for the following classes:
World Literature, Pathways to Civic Engagement, Art History (Ancient thru Medieval), Swimming, Introduction to Modern Africa, and Earth, Wind & Fire (a geology course).

Soooo....those may not sound like engineering classes right? Well the truth is, I dropped petroleum engineering as my major. I was double majoring last semester with petroleum and Plan II honors, and to be honest, it was 1.) a lot of work (duh) 2.) extremely stressful and 3.) not making me happy. I just didn't see the joy in life almost anymore, which kind of sounds melodramatic, but it's true. I definitely never looked forward to chemistry and calculus classes with even a fraction of the excitement that I had for World Lit. After much consideration and prayer, I came to the conclusion that my heart wasn't in petroleum engineering. Thus, I close one door and millions have opened. :) I am no longer confined to a field that will decide my whole future. I'm actually really happy to be simply a Plan II student for the time being.

OKAY! With that huge announcement out of the way, other quick updates include...
1. I went to court on Friday concerning a ticket for "running a red light." The violation occurred over a year ago and the court date was pushed back due to school. Well finally they got me downtown to the Municipal Court. So the details aren't awesome or anything, but I think this is important to remember....(and if I don't write it here, I won't write it at all)

My mother drove me to the court house, located next to the police station. I didn't want to risk driving in case I would get a second ticket. (Paranoid a bit? you betcha!) After paying for parking, we entered the building and went through a metal detector. No big...just like the airport. (Except my mom kept setting the thing off....finally realizing it was her coat.) We ascended the stairs and located court number three. We entered, my mother and I, and sat in a pew, unsure of what to do or whether to talk, or to whisper. Finally, a middle-aged man called out a list of names of people who had attorneys. My name was on the list and this man, I later discovered, was my attorney. Next the bailiff ordered all family members who did not possess tickets to leave. Thus, my mother left me in the courtroom. I was the youngest one there, a minority--teenage, white, female, curly hair, pink scarf. I looked soooo out of place. The bailiff separated us, the violators, to two sides of the courtroom...those with attorneys to the left, those without to the right. Soon more attorneys filed in and called the names of those that they represented. Finally, all rose as the judge entered the room. She wore horn-rimmed glasses, had big Texas hair, and was sporting a cheetah print getup. No giants robes, no bible to swear on, etc. I sat there fidgeting as attorneys tried to negotiate with the judge and the present police officers. A tall man next me discreetly kept me informed of the procedures and when learning of my violation, assured me that my case would be dismissed. Still, I sat there fidgeting. Finally, the judge called MY name. I approached her nervously. She barely gave me a glance before reporting that my case was dismissed. My heart leaped! DISMISSED! I signed a slip of paper and quickly bounded out the court room, a smile spreading ear to ear. I tried to contain my excitement though, because I knew others wouldn't be so lucky. But yes, the problem has disappeared, as if it had never happened, largely because my officer never appeared. :)

2. What else....remember Hunter getting asked to Cotillion earlier over winter break? Well he finally went to the dance on Friday night and luckily I was home to take pictures.

3. Other big family/our ranch got some cows!! SEVEN pregnant black angus cows actually and a one year old female donkey (female donkey = jenny) called "Bella," or so my mom says. We will soon name the cows, and I'm pushing for classical Greek names like Agamemnon and Euripedes or maybe famous women like Marilyn Monroe and Aretha Franklin. I tried to take pictures of the new guys, but they are pretty camera and people shy. They'll warm up though I'm sure, especially when this dreadful weather does!

cause the grass water is always greener cooler on the other side?

the neighbor cows weren't as shy...they were anxious to meet the new neighbors!


So with classes starting up again, blog updates will be few and sporadic, but it's great to be back in Austin with a new semester and year ahead.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Middlemarch Lacrosse

There are about 800 pages in George Eliot's Middlemarch, but it feels as if there are 2,179,487,583,921 pages. Two trillion, one hundred and seventy-nine billion, four hundred and eighty-seven million, five hundred and eighty-three thousand, nine hundred and twenty one....
Noooo I'm not procrastinating....I'm merely taking a break.

Here are pictures from this weekend and a few favorite quotes from Middlemarch (so far).

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seemed to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herslf in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way, and always looked forward to renouncing it.
"All the better. I supposed you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait."
And his feelings too, his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!
But in this order of experience I am still young, and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope.
...but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

We know what a masquerade all development is, and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos.--In fact, the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.
Among all forms of mistakes, prophecy is the most gratuitous.

The first few pictures are from a lacrosse camp at my brother's school and the final two are from the Micah Project Dessert Party that took place last night. It was so wonderful to see Michael Miller (head of Micah), as well as Jenna & Izzy, Olvin & Oscar!
NOTE: These pictures disappeared :( :(

Anyways, I'm done procrasinating with my break and so now I return to my brick of a novel, sinking into my regal green chair, resting my feet on a stack of collected yellow national geographic magazines. Oh how I just want some apple cider and to watch a movie. Or even to be down in Honduras with my Micah friends...
OR BACK AT SCHOOL (surprisingly!)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Girl & Her Nikon

My favorite pictures from 2010 :)

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Monday, January 3, 2011

El Mercado

"Mark Twain once said there are only four unique cities in America: Boston, New Orleans, San Francisco and San Antonio." Today I would argue that Austin also deserves to make the cut, but nonetheless, there you see the name of San Antonio. Today was our last day, we woke up early and checked out, then headed back toward home. BUT FIRST, we made our traditional last stop at El Mercado where we shop (something new for us!), eat at Mi Tierra and buy mexican pastries from the bakery. My favorite part is probably the restaurant and the bakery because the food is always amazing and they are open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.


my obsession with aperature & christmas lights


books for second semester Mo' world lit

Middlemarch by George Eliot
The Poems of Emily Dickinson
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Poems of Anne Sexton
The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston
Beloved by Toni Morrison
English Lessons by Shauna Singh Baldwin
No Sweetness Here by Ama Ata Aidoo
Fun Home by Allison Bechdel

With two more weeks till school starts up again, I will probably immerse myself into the eight hundred pages of Middlemarch and find a way to have adventures via foot since my brother returns to school tomorrow, taking with him the car....
Time to be creative I guess!